Raspberry Nipple

This is my hastily written entry to the 'Nude day competition 2019'. I say hasty but quickly would be more accurate, most of this story is true and based on my own experiences, thus the words came easily. I hope you enjoy and vote

BG x

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"La Glace, La Glace." The plaintiff cry of the mainly English and Dutch ice cream sellers on the beaches of the South of France in the mid 1980's. Trying to earn enough money each day for a baguette, maybe some cheese and enough cheap wine to get pissed on.

Myself and two friends had hitchhiked from London, having seen the work advertised in some magazine. We got as far as Paris together and then decided to split up as it was nearly impossible to get someone to stop and pick up three men. I drew the short straw and went on my own whilst the other two stayed together. I made good time and got down there in one day, arriving in Grimaud about seven. We had said that whoever got there first would wait for the others at the train station, but Grimaud was tiny and only had one bus stop, not alone a train station. I slept by the bus stop that night and next day went walk about, leaving a note at the bus stop.

I found the nearest beach and thought that would be as good a place as any to spend the time. I felt a bit conspicuous what with all my gear and rucksack but made myself comfortable and enjoyed the sun for a few hours. It was a lovely beach and soon started to get busy. I was only nineteen, not innocent but not very worldly either. I had plenty of female friends but hadn't had a girlfriend, preferring instead to be one of the 'lads' and go to the pub rather than chase girls. I knew people bathed topless or nude in France but seeing women with their boobs out, walking in and out of the water was a lovely sight for my first day.

I decided i should go and see if my friends had arrived and was walking down the beach with my rucksack on. Ahead of me was a family of four playing at the edge of the water, two small boys and their parents and I could hear from their conversation that they were English. As I got closer the mother came closer to me, she was about thirty, quite attractive and topless. In faltering French she said "excuses moi monsieur, vous avez l'heure?" Have you the time? I smiled at her and in my broadest London accent said "half past twelve.".

She was obviously surprised that I was English and immediately put her arms across her boobs. It was ok to be topless and talking to me if I was French but not if I was English. I found this amusing and smiled some more, so did her husband who started laughing. She must have realised how silly it was and eventually started laughing herself, letting her arm down. I wished them a good day and went on my way, already enjoying my time in France.

I eventually met my friends that evening and we made our way to a campsite where we were told we could get work from. We met the man the next day and started work the following day, selling cold drinks, up and down the beaches. We soon realised that the set up was shit and we'd have to sell a lot just to pay for the camping. I got talking to a Dutch guy who was selling water-ice/sorbet from a tray hanging around his neck. He said they got to stay in some woods behind where the sorbets were made, it was basic but free. Why didn't we come and work with them? So we did. It was a much better set up, thirty or so people all living in the woods, one tap and one cold shower, it was fab, great atmosphere and fun. We would get dropped off in two's and threes to different beaches with our trays and picked up again in the evening, everyone sitting communally, eating, drinking and talking shit.

On my third day I was paired with Collette, known to one and all (behind her back at least) as Raspberry Nipple. Collette was a girl from the north of England and a real character, loud, funny and more than able to hold her own when it came to the slagging and banter around the camp. She'd been to France a few times and seemed to know her way around.

She was a buxom girl and seemed very happy in her body, walking around the camp in a skimpy bikini or just a light shirt over the bikini. This in itself was not unusual as it was hot and humid in the woods and most of us just wore shorts or swimming costumes.

We arrived at the beach and Collette took charge, telling me to go in one direction and her in the other, saying we'd meet up in the middle in a couple of hours. It was only ten thirty in the morning and the beach was fairly quite, I covered my bit of the beach fairly quickly, not selling much but letting people know i'd be back around later. I sat in some shade and waited for Collette.

What a sight! Collette came towards me topless, her tray swaying and her boobs bouncing only inches above the ice cream. I must have been staring, "Like what you see?" She said with a big smile on her face.

"Yes, very much"

Still smiling she said, "I thought you would, I've seen you looking at me at the camp." I couldn't deny it and just smiled.

She took her tray off and turned to put it down and I was treated to a close up view of her ass, her skimpy bikini bottoms wedged up between her cheeks. I think she knew the view I had and straightened slowly, grinning at me and then sitting beside me.

"How was your morning?"

"Quite enough, the beach is half empty, how was yours?"

"Ok, this is my regular beach and I have a few regular customers."

"I'm sure you do, must be the special ice cream you sell, or your smile." I said with a smirk.

"Or these." She said grabbing both her boobs and giving them a squeeze, we both laughed.

"Do you enjoy selling topless?"

"It don't bother me, they're only boobs, it makes me laugh the effect they have on men, sometimes it makes me horny."

As she said this she leant over and kissed me. It was my first ever kiss and I was taken by surprise, hesitating before relaxing, letting my lips open and kissing back. We separated and I was lost for words, managing a "wow" or "thanks."

Collette smiled and said "Do you know they call me raspberry nipple?"

"I had heard that."

With a mischievous grin on her face Collette leant over and took a small handful of ice cream from her box and with a 'ooh' and 'ah' placed it on her left boob, the water ice immediately beginning to melt and make its way to her nipple. Lifting her boob she asked, "want a taste?"

I was new to all this but didn't need asking twice, lowering my head and licking and sucking for all I was worth. Collette made appreciative noises and when I was finished I wanted more but Collette was as cool as a cucumber, just cleaning herself up with a tissue from her box. My young hormones were raging and my cock as hard as I'd ever known it in my tight trunks. Looking at this Collette laughed "that's more obscene than my naked boobs, keep that up and you'll get more sales."

This was the bawdy Collette that I had seen at the camp and her sense of humour and happy go lucky attitude appealed to me. When we settled down she asked me "are you a virgin?"

I was a bit embarrassed and probably went a bit red, but thought there was no point in lying, I nodded.

"I thought so by the way you kissed and nearly bit my tit off." I went even redder but she was smiling, "it's a shame I've always wanted to take someone's virginity but I'm seeing someone at the moment." Collette mentioned one of the other sellers from the camp who I knew to see, I just nodded.

"But I could help you with your kissing." She kissed me again and this time rubbed my dick through the thin material. "Ooh it's a real shame." She said, looking down and smiling again, before standing up, leaning back and shaking her boobs, "right, back to work."

I was a bit gobsmacked but followed her lead, getting my box and going back to work. I spent the next two days working with Collette and she did help me with my kissing.

(Note: for those not familiar with British ice cream, Raspberry Ripple is a very famous flavour, hence Raspberry Nipple.)